Yes, I refused my race. I rejected everything they stand for, turned my back on their beliefs, and walked away from the way they live their lives. Every part of me despises what they are and what they've become. I hate my kind. Their arrogance, their deceit, their cruelty—it's nauseating. It's like a poison that spreads and destroys everything in its path. But my hatred doesn't stop with witches and wizards alone. No, it extends far beyond that. I loathe the nobles and royals of the Albtraum Kingdom just as much, if not more. Those hypocritical bastards. They sit on their gilded thrones, hiding behind their grand walls and luxurious lives, acting as if they are untouchable gods walking amongst mere mortals. They make me sick, every last one of them.
And those ridiculous faes? Don't even get me started on them. They are worse than the nobles, worse than the witches. They strut around with their heads held high, their noses in the air, believing they are better than everyone else. They look down on the peasants, the ones who only have one wrath, the people who weren't born into privilege or power. They scoff at those who have to work tirelessly to grow stronger, who fight to survive because they weren't handed a life of ease and luxury. The struggles of the weak are nothing more than entertainment to them, a cruel joke they laugh at from their perfect little perches.
If you don't come from wealth, if you aren't born into greatness, if you weren't blessed with multiple wraths, then to them, you are nothing. Less than nothing. They sneer at orphans, mock the poor, and dismiss the existence of other races as if they're an insult to their supposed perfection. The faes act as though the world revolves around them, as though they are the ultimate race, the pinnacle of creation. It's disgusting. Their arrogance is so overwhelming, so blinding, that it makes me want to scream.
I don't have a family anymore, and it's because of them. Those bastards, the witches, the royals, the faes—they took everything from me. My family was destroyed, wiped out in a single moment of greed and cruelty. Their insatiable hunger for power and control left nothing but ashes and ruin in its wake. They didn't even hesitate. They didn't care about the lives they were destroying, about the pain they were causing. To them, it was just another move in their endless game of politics and war. But to me, it was everything. They tore my world apart, and for that, I will never forgive them.
Not ever. Not in this life or the next. Even if the gods themselves descended from the heavens and commanded me to forgive, I wouldn't. Even if the devils crawled out from the depths of hell and whispered promises of revenge, I wouldn't falter. My hatred is a fire that will never burn out, a scar that will never fade. It's a part of me now, as much a part of me as the blood in my veins or the breath in my lungs.
But I refused to let the desire for revenge consume me. I refused to let it turn me into the very thing I despise. That's what separates me from them. I chose my principles over my anger, my integrity over my hatred. That doesn't mean I've forgotten. No, I will never forget. Every memory is etched into my soul, a constant reminder of what I've lost and why I fight. Forgiveness is beyond me. Forgetting is impossible.
I can't stand most humans either. They're flawed and selfish, often no better than the witches or faes they claim to despise. The witches, with their pretentious superiority, are a mirror image of the faes. And the faes? They're the worst of all. Their arrogance is unmatched, their sense of entitlement suffocating. They act as though they are the gods of this world, as though the rest of us are nothing more than ants beneath their feet. It's infuriating.
When it comes to the other races, I'm neutral. I don't have strong feelings for or against them. They've done me no harm, and I see no reason to hate them. But there are exceptions. The dwarves and the fairies—I like them. At least, I think I still do. There's something honest about the way they live, something grounded and real. They don't pretend to be more than they are. They don't look down on others or act as though the world owes them something. I respect that.
I've been living in the Dusk Kingdom ever since my mother died. It's where I've made my home, though no one here knows I exist. That's the way I want it. That's the way it has to be. If they ever found out, it would be over for me. Witches aren't allowed to live in fae territory. The laws are strict, and the punishment is severe. Every day, I pray that they never discover me here. But if they do, I'll be ready. I've spent years preparing for this. If they come for me, they'll regret it. I won't lose.
Since no one knows I'm here, I've had to build my life from scratch. My home, my food, my supplies—I provide everything for myself. I built my treehouse in the heart of the forest, hidden away from prying eyes. It's my sanctuary, my refuge. Every plank of wood, every nail, every beam—I put it all together with my own two hands. It's not much, but it's mine. I hunt for my food, gather what I need, and survive on my own. Every day is a test of my strength and resilience, and every day, I prove that I don't need anyone else.
I train relentlessly. My body aches, my muscles scream in protest, but I push through the pain. I have to. I can't afford to be weak. My katana, a gift from my father to my mother, is my weapon of choice. It's more than just a blade; it's a reminder of who I am and what I fight for. I train with it every day, honing my skills, perfecting my technique. I also train to control my wraths. They're powerful, dangerous, and unpredictable. I have to master them, to bend them to my will. If I lose control, it could mean the end of everything.
I don't trust peace. Peace is a lie, a fleeting moment of calm before the storm. I know that another war is coming. It's only a matter of time. And when it does, I'll have to make a choice. Will I fight? Will I take a side? Or will I stay in the shadows, watching as the world burns around me? I don't know. All I know is that I'm ready. Whatever comes my way—war, discovery, or something worse—I'll face it head-on. I won't back down. I won't run. I'm prepared for anything.